“Indeed, this gathering is of utmost importance,” Timothee stated succinctly. “Your presence is essential, for you hold a key piece in our strategy.”
“I will be there, for I yearn to right the wrongs done to us all,” I affirmed.
“No, my dear, we don’t seek vengeance,” Timothee clarified, his eyes alight with a resolve that was not born of anger but of reclaiming what was rightfully ours. “We are here to reclaim our rights, not to forge new enemies.”
“Let’s return home and rest, for tomorrow we must greet them with open arms,” Timothee spoke once more, his voice a beacon in the encroaching night.
“Indeed. I shall call for Mom first,” I replied, my feet eager to bridge the distance, yet Timothee’s gentle restraint halted me as Fae Aurora approached, her steps silent whispers in the dusk.
